Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.